Chapter twenty-seven
"Spot, what happened?"
"I'll tell you later. Get the doc!" Blue ran out in the rain to get the doc and Spot carried Storm up in his room.
"Oh my...!"
"Get some blankets!" Spot yelled at the three girls and the did so. Spot laid Storm on his bed.
"She has to get out of this clothes or it'll be worse." With that the girls send Spot out of his room and changed Storm in some dry clothes.
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The doc walked in followed by Spot, who had changed in some dry clothes too, and looked at Storm.
"Well, if I don't know her. She sure isn't a lucky one! What happened?" He asked Spot. While Spot told him the doc examined Storm.
"It doesn't look good. She is strong but, She was out there in the water too long."
"Will she make it?"
"I don't know! You have to keep her warm."
"There are three blankets over her and she still is shivering very bad."
"There is a additional possibility to keep her warm. But I'm not sure if it is so good to do at her."
"Why not?!" Ocean asked worried to death.
"Because the possibility is that someone keep her warm. But because she was raped I'm not sure how she'll react."
"I don't think that would be a problem."
"I'll do it! It's my fault that this happened, so I'll do everything to make it better!" Spot said not taking his eyes off of Storm. The doc nodded.
"I'm coming tomorrow afternoon to look at her." He left the lodging house after he talked to Jerry about what to give her if she would wake up before he was here again.
The other newsies left Spot's room when he laid down next to Storm and pulled her close to himself. Her body was cold and she didn't move the slightest bit. Spot laid his head on top of hers and smelled at her hair. A single tear came down his cheek when he prayed for the first time in his life.
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Knife sat down on his bunk as the doc left. Everyone had heard the doc's diagnose. Knife felt guilty. He hadn't want something happening to her.
"Spot, what happened?"
"I'll tell you later. Get the doc!" Blue ran out in the rain to get the doc and Spot carried Storm up in his room.
"Oh my...!"
"Get some blankets!" Spot yelled at the three girls and the did so. Spot laid Storm on his bed.
"She has to get out of this clothes or it'll be worse." With that the girls send Spot out of his room and changed Storm in some dry clothes.
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The doc walked in followed by Spot, who had changed in some dry clothes too, and looked at Storm.
"Well, if I don't know her. She sure isn't a lucky one! What happened?" He asked Spot. While Spot told him the doc examined Storm.
"It doesn't look good. She is strong but, She was out there in the water too long."
"Will she make it?"
"I don't know! You have to keep her warm."
"There are three blankets over her and she still is shivering very bad."
"There is a additional possibility to keep her warm. But I'm not sure if it is so good to do at her."
"Why not?!" Ocean asked worried to death.
"Because the possibility is that someone keep her warm. But because she was raped I'm not sure how she'll react."
"I don't think that would be a problem."
"I'll do it! It's my fault that this happened, so I'll do everything to make it better!" Spot said not taking his eyes off of Storm. The doc nodded.
"I'm coming tomorrow afternoon to look at her." He left the lodging house after he talked to Jerry about what to give her if she would wake up before he was here again.
The other newsies left Spot's room when he laid down next to Storm and pulled her close to himself. Her body was cold and she didn't move the slightest bit. Spot laid his head on top of hers and smelled at her hair. A single tear came down his cheek when he prayed for the first time in his life.
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Knife sat down on his bunk as the doc left. Everyone had heard the doc's diagnose. Knife felt guilty. He hadn't want something happening to her.